The sun is setting in the distance
I hear the call of the owl's screech
My body and mind have been at an impasse
Where the rocks on the mountain shake and crumble
If only there was enough light in the day

Dying leaves have fallen
Searing pain unbearable to express
I find myself bridled with disappointment
Wondering, yearning
An answer that heaven cannot even cast down on me

You see, those eyes were green with envy
Hate and misery seeped from your black tongue
Fire spat from your flesh
If ever a devil existed, it was you

Lamenting the torment
Is not a conscious desire
It is an impending spear
Stuck in the ribcage of a lion
Whose tiresome body is resting

Forever a mighty soul
Born with genius bespoke
The hand full of hope
Stuck in the bramble bush
Prickled, stung, betrayed
Heart that empties away...

See the sun on the horizon
Its orange glow heats your spirit
The warmth of the love
Keeps you strong
Golden leaves have now fallen
Lamenting the spring yet to come.